Rebirth: I have an APP [Entertainment Circle]

Pan Bo walked out of the lounge in a daze, got on the minibus that took them back to the hotel, stared at the dark courtyard outside the window, his eyes lost focus.

The minibus was pitch black, and the driver did not start the car. The hot air in the car was filled with a faint smell of gasoline, and a thin layer of sweat quickly oozed from his forehead with stage makeup, which reminded Pan Bo of his previous life. I used to travel between the hospital and the residence.

Because of the humiliation on the night of the competition, he failed to pass the postgraduate exam that he had told Mr. Wang at that time.Although he signed Xingcan, he didn't make a name for himself.So he never contacted the teacher, fearing that the teacher would disappoint him.

But one night, he received a call from Mr. Wang. The voice on the phone seemed to be decades older than before. His voice choked for a long time before he asked him in a hoarse voice: "Pan Bo, are you in Beijing now?" ? The teacher has something to ask you."

It turned out that Mrs. Wang's two-year-old daughter suddenly had a persistent fever, and her legs could not walk. She was taken to a hospital in the provincial capital where she was diagnosed with neuroblastoma.The doctor performed a general examination on the little girl and found that the tumor had metastasized to the thoracic and lumbar vertebrae.

The largest hospital in the provincial capital lacks experience in diagnosing and treating such severe diseases. It is recommended that Mr. Wang and his wife take their children to Beijing for treatment—there are the most advanced medical equipment and experienced doctors in China.

The couple borrowed money from relatives and friends, pooled 30 yuan, and took the child to Beijing, where they started a long chemotherapy treatment.

The effect of five courses of chemotherapy was good, and the doctor suggested that the little girl should undergo the first operation immediately.But the money on the couple's body is running out because of hospitalization expenses and chemotherapy expenses.

At this moment, Wang Desheng thought of Pan Bo.

Pan Bo was the student he loved the most. He was smart, hard-working, and down-to-earth. I watched him grow up step by step, becoming the number one student in the city's college entrance examination, admitted to a university in Beijing, and finally stayed in Beijing to work.

Although there have been fewer contacts in the past two years, he can always receive a courier from Beijing during the holidays, which contains a large box of special New Year's goods. Even if there is no signature, he still knows that it is Pan Bo.

So now in this difficult time, the first thing he thought of was to find help from this student who always remembered him and became a star in Beijing.

After listening to the teacher's request to borrow money, Pan Bo agreed without saying a word.He doesn't have much money, and the few deposits he has saved are all saved by being a gunman and helping people translate manuscripts.

He only kept food and next month's rent money, and sent the [-] yuan in cash to the hospital.

That summer dusk, Pan Bo rushed to the hospital covered in sticky sweat, and was bitten several times by mosquitoes on his legs in shorts.He didn't bother to bend over and scratch, and walked up three steps to the eighth floor of the inpatient department.

The lights in the corridor of the ward had not yet been turned on, but he quickly recognized the squatting figure in the corridor.

"Teacher Wang." Pan Bo stood in front of him and called out.

The man raised his head, his dark yellow face was full of fatigue, his beard was covered with unshaven, and his eyes were full of bright red bloodshot eyes. He recognized that the boy who had changed greatly in front of him was his favorite student Pan Bo, and suddenly When I got up, I found that my legs were numb because of squatting for too long, and I almost fell out.

Pan Bo grabbed Wang Desheng by the arm and handed him the money in his hand after he calmed down.

He didn't dare to look at the teacher's face any more, and left without saying that he still had something to do at work.He walked to the courtyard of the hospital, and then secretly wiped away two tears in front of the already lit street lights.

Although later he asked Somfy to borrow 20 yuan, but in the face of the expensive treatment costs, 20 yuan is just a drop in the bucket, and because there is no money for surgery, the hospital can only adopt the most basic treatment plan to treat the little girl.

In the end, Pan Bo could only watch helplessly as the little girl who liked the naughty blue cat and laughed a lot, with sunken cheeks and all kinds of tubes all over her body, wasting away day by day, and finally passed away.

Thinking of his powerless feeling as he watched life go by before his eyes, Pan Bo couldn't help closing his eyes.In this life, he will never let this happen again.What should he do?

Footsteps were heard on the steps of the car door. Pan Bo opened his eyes and took a closer look. A figure came up, sat in the driver's seat, and turned the key to turn on the car.

He pressed a switch, and the dim yellow lights in the car suddenly turned on. He looked back and found that Pan Bo was sitting in the second row of seats, and asked, "Why did you get in the car so early?" ?”

Pan Bo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Tired."

"Can you not be tired from the game?" This person is the driver of the minibus, and he is the one who brought Pan Bo and the others here.

He grabbed a rag from the side of the driver's seat, started to wipe the steering wheel and the countertop, and chatted with Pan Bo: "I really envy handsome and talented people like you, if my mother made me handsomer and thinner, I can be a star too!"

The driver has a shiny head, the flesh on the chin is directly connected to the shoulder, and the neck cannot be seen at all. This passage is very ridiculous.But Pan Bo had no intention of talking and laughing at all, and when he heard his words, he suddenly had an idea: If this child is not born, will the child not be in pain, and the teachers and mothers will not be in pain?

There was a voice of talking outside the car, and several contestants boarded the minibus one after another. After the driver confirmed that everyone was present, he hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and sent them all back to the hotel.

After thinking about it in the car, Pan Bo felt more and more that his method was the most fundamental method.After getting off the car, he was still walking in the yard, so he couldn't help but want to call the teacher immediately to persuade him.

But the phone just received another message from the teacher, this time, it was an MMS.

The light in the photo is dim, and a thick hand is holding a piece of paper, which is a B-ultrasound report.He zoomed in on the photo, and in the black box on the paper, a sac-like object was faintly visible. Among the large string of text below, Pan Bo saw a line of words "and the fetal heartbeat can be seen, the fetal heart rate 143 beats/min".

There is also a sentence from Wang Desheng in the MMS: "The doctor said it was difficult for us to have children before. I didn't expect God to be so open-minded! The teacher hopes that this kind of luck will pass on to you, so that you will have a good result in the competition next week!"

Pan Bo stood in the dark, his back broke out in cold sweat in the sweltering heat, and the thoughts that had just flashed through his mind disappeared immediately.

This is a life, and he has no power to prevent it from coming into this world.

If this child is gone, it may be difficult for the teacher and his wife to have other children.

But what should he do?How should he change this doomed tragedy?

Pan Bo stood still, staring at the picture on the phone, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking past him.He locked the screen of his phone reflexively, only to realize that it was Somfy who just passed by.

Shang Fei didn't seem to see him, he went straight into the hotel lobby and disappeared.

Pan Bo, who withdrew his gaze, stared at the blacked-out phone screen, feeling a sense of powerlessness—he realized that he was powerless.

Even if she was reborn, she still couldn't change the tragic fate of the people around her.Even if reborn...

He suddenly shivered, swiped the phone screen several times with trembling fingers, unlocked the phone, stared at the long-neglected little sun icon on the desktop, and asked in a trembling voice:

"You have a way, right? Don't you! Answer me!"

The author has something to say: It’s a bit late today, our little female cat seems to be giving birth to a cub, and I’m getting a box for it at night, comforting it, and finally it’s not hoarse...

I don't know if it can be born at night...